<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:10.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Begins of a Writer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-114850409976321296</id><published>2006-05-24T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:54:59.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to summer</title><content type='html'>I am done with school for the summer. I have a new puppy who is so cute and lovable. I am working two small part time jobs and I am pretty happy. Christopher and I went to the Dyess Air Show on Sunday for our date day and we had so much fun. We had a pretty good time looking through the planes. Hopefully we will be able to start a regular date night. I would really like to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-114850409976321296?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/114850409976321296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=114850409976321296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114850409976321296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114850409976321296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-forward-to-summer.html' title='Looking forward to summer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-114660623274673676</id><published>2006-05-02T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:46:37.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New found love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3901/834/1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3901/834/320/P1010014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday morning my husband went out to get the paper. It had rained the night before and so he had to shake of the dirt and water from the plastic. This cute puppy was across the street and he just came right over to Christopher. I was sitting inside about to cook breakfast when Christopher called me to come outside. Here comes this beautiful puppy who had been outside during the rain the night and had not been feed in a while. I gave him some food and water. I decided to take him inside and give him some well deserved love and attention. I am running an ad in the classified for his owner but if they do not come forward after Thursday I am going to keep him. We have decided to call him Drake if we get to keep him and he is learning that he gets in trouble if he pee's on my floor. I have made sure to let him outside many times during the day because he is a young puppy and has to go outside more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-114660623274673676?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/114660623274673676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=114660623274673676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114660623274673676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114660623274673676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-found-love.html' title='New found love'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-114511509848045572</id><published>2006-04-15T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:31:38.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON......</title><content type='html'>THE END OF THE SEMESTER!!!! It is getting so near. I am ready for the summer to begin with out the heat of TEXAS but I know that will not happen today is going to be in the mid 90's, so getting around that one. I never wear shorts because I have fat legs but today I am going to venture outside in shorts. All should be proud of me!!! Oh by the way I am working right now at Esquire Tux. It is ok but it is prom season!!! All those teenager reminds me of how much I hated my teenage years. I don't think I will ever be one of those women that wish they could be a teenager again. To much drama for me....Well that is all the news I am able to tell today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-114511509848045572?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/114511509848045572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=114511509848045572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114511509848045572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114511509848045572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2006/04/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON......'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-114187655144493330</id><published>2006-03-08T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:55:51.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems Problems and more Problems</title><content type='html'>The past 5 months Christopher and I have been looking to buy a house. We feel in love with one house back in December, but the owners passed on our offer three times. We went on and found this awesome first home. We found the house before the anyone else could put an offer down. We have a contract and are buying the house. We have run into many problems with trying to get into our house. At one point the government said that Christopher and I did not exist, and then our sellers could not find their survey (which has to be their). But now the last problem is our sellers, seller is now going to move out and let them close until the 23rd of this month. For us the really hurts because we have to turn in our keys to our apartment on the 15th but that means we need to be out of here on the 13th so we can clean on the 14th. Hopefully everything is working out and God will lead us the right way to keep things going. We really want to be in our house as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-114187655144493330?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/114187655144493330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=114187655144493330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114187655144493330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/114187655144493330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2006/03/problems-problems-and-more-problems.html' title='Problems Problems and more Problems'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113934568726561523</id><published>2006-02-07T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:54:47.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it has been so long</title><content type='html'>So much has happened and I just have been busy. I started school January 17, taking 9 hours. I turned 21 on the 21st of January. Christopher and I also found our new house on my birthday. We are going to have our first house on March 22. We are very excited to say that we will be home owners and not renters anymore. I am just so happy that our family is starting out in a house. We are hoping to do some painting before we move into our home. We have found some color schemes for all the rooms. I am ready for the next steps in our married lives together. We also started going to a Sunday school class at our church for married or engaged couples. The class is called Marriage on the Rock. The class is based on the book and video series by Jimmy Evans. I highly recommend this book to any couple starting out in any Christian relationship. We really have been touch by this book and have found that we are working with each other better and better each day. It really helps you to understand the real way God wanted marriage to be. If anyone would like to know more about this book just email me. I would be more then happy to talk to someone about this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113934568726561523?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113934568726561523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113934568726561523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113934568726561523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113934568726561523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry it has been so long'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113598335952934384</id><published>2005-12-30T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:55:59.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas/New Years</title><content type='html'>This year has gone by so fast. So many things have happened. I had school, work, and planning a wedding during most of the months. I was able to go to Canada, for my brother-in-laws wedding. Two months later I got married to the love of my live. Now my sister-in-law announce she was engaged and then they announce that they had a small ceremony for themselves. So all my mom-in-laws children are married in the last 4 months. Christina wants a ceremony for everyone of there families to be at. The wedding will not be until August 2006. So all of the weddings will be within 12 months. Soon it will be a new year and another semester of school starting. Hopefully I will be able to go to school without having to worry about working. I am ready to get to January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113598335952934384?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113598335952934384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113598335952934384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113598335952934384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113598335952934384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmasnew-years.html' title='Christmas/New Years'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113466507130490667</id><published>2005-12-15T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:08:54.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Argument</title><content type='html'>One part of a relationship is the arguments. Well, I thing I have realized over the past two years is that the fights can be a really good thing in the end. I had been a little depressed and I had felt ignored from my husband. He also had been a little rude to me. But last night we talked about how I felt. We had talk so much last night to help out what was the problem. Now that we have talked so much last night we resolved the problem and made up. It feels so great to hear him tell me he loves me and then holds me while we go to sleep. It is the best feeling knowing some one love you that much, that after a fight like we had we can still communicate as well as we did. I love my husband so much and I am happy to say we are still going stronger then ever. Each day we grow stronger and stronger together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113466507130490667?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113466507130490667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113466507130490667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113466507130490667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113466507130490667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/12/loving-argument.html' title='Loving Argument'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113397973597190888</id><published>2005-12-07T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:22:15.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that happen day to day, that in the middle is trying to make time for my blog. I realized that I do put entries more often then some, but I also know that I started this to let things out so I did not feel as bottled up as I did before I found out about blogs. I have never really been one to go out and look for things online, so I really did not know about this until last year.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, to get back to my post for today. I have had a lot happen. We have been looking to buy a house so we can save money on rent and other things here and there. Well, we have been in a battle with one house that we really liked but the people that own the house are not being helpful at all. They have sold the house twice out of under use. Knowing we were coming over to give them a contract to start buying the house. Well, the people trying to buy the house this last time did not get approved for their loan again. They have had I think 5 people say that they want the house and start the process of buying it but have been denied at the end. Well, we have been pre-qualified by to loan officers, and they still pass by us. Well today I receive a phone call from our agent that they wanted to know if we wanted the house but they did have someone else looking at it. I told our agent no, because I believe it is the same game. But we have a list of houses to look at more detailed. Hopefully, we will find something before our lease is up in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;We are having to move Chris' aunt in because she have run out of money. If you know anything about our family you know what is going on a little. But in the long run we need to get things on the going so we can have more room.&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that there are people out there that have it worse off then me and I pray for those people everyday. I hope someone is praying for us as well. I try not to be selfish when it comes to pray, I believe so many more people need it before me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; everybody out there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113397973597190888?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113397973597190888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113397973597190888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113397973597190888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113397973597190888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-happening.html' title='What is happening'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113304036035242116</id><published>2005-11-26T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:26:00.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Well, there has been a lot that has happened. I was not happy at work. I did not feel right being there. I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to post what I was feeling because I did not want to write something bad about JCPenney, but the way the supervisors treat the employees is not very nice at all. I believe it is wrong, but they just say they are doing there jobs. Well, on Sunday we went to church and then to a friends for lunch after church. Well, the message from church that Sunday was very over whelming. I felt like I was spoken to from God. I had prayed about my problems at work and what to do about them. Well, I believe I was told that been there was not where I was suppose to be. I knew I had to tell Chris, because he was a part of this too. It turns out that I went a head and quit my job and decided to get things ready so I will be able to go to school in the Spring. If I would of stayed at JCPenney I believe I would of not had the time to make sure I received financial aid to go to school next semester. Christopher was upset at me at first until I explained to him that I was suppose to go back to school and that I why I did what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Now this week has been wonderful. I have changed from being so depressed and mad with work and life, to being happy and ready for anything that happens. I have turn a complete 180 on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113304036035242116?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113304036035242116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113304036035242116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113304036035242116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113304036035242116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113165938256552240</id><published>2005-11-10T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:49:42.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>Today is my day off. I was very excited for this day so I could be lazy all day. Well something really great came up yesterday. The house that we really liked sold two days after we looked at it. But after about two weeks we receive a phone call from the owner of the house that the buyers broke the contract. So as of yesterday we are trying to make a offer on the house so we could be moved out of our apartment in early December. I really am hoping that the owners take our offer. I guess tomorrow I will find out for sure if they put the ad back in the paper or not. I spend most of the day working on the trying to get things done and have our offer to them before the end of the day. Well we will see if I have a house next month or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113165938256552240?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113165938256552240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113165938256552240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113165938256552240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113165938256552240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113150722343002832</id><published>2005-11-08T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:33:43.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month of Marriage</title><content type='html'>I have been married one month today. I was so happy to have the day off that all I did was stay home and watch Star Trek. My husband helped me release the inner geek inside of me. Today was also the only day off in a week that I have had. I am just so happy to be working right now even if it is really hard work. Well, hopefully we will get a house soon and I will be able to go to school full time and leave work until I am finished with at least the basics for my accounting degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113150722343002832?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113150722343002832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113150722343002832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113150722343002832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113150722343002832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/11/1-month-of-marriage.html' title='1 Month of Marriage'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113103699269536590</id><published>2005-11-03T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:56:32.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIrst Week</title><content type='html'>This week has been my first at JCPenney's. I am actually really happy with it so far. I have not had to be on the floor during busy times yet. But I have always loved do cashier and any of my jobs. Tonight will be my first night as recovery and running a register. I will be happy once Saturday comes and goes. My first long shift and I will be right in the middle of the actually rushing around for the best sales. One of the bigger sales JCPenneys has is this weekend. So I will get a lot of register experience this Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113103699269536590?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113103699269536590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113103699269536590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113103699269536590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113103699269536590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-week.html' title='FIrst Week'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-113062488480242768</id><published>2005-10-29T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:28:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The past couple of weeks I have been busy looking for a job and a house. Well today was a great day for both. Chris and I went with our realtor to look at houses. We found a house we like in a price range we can afford. I also, received a phone call today about excepting a job offer. Starting next week I will be working for JCPenney's in the Mall. I am so excited to have found a job so soon. We did not expect me to find a job so soon after leaving Mezamiz and after the wedding. We have only been married for 21 days. Last time I was looking for a job it took me 6 months to find something. Then I was really desperate for some kind of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well I am really happy today!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-113062488480242768?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/113062488480242768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=113062488480242768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113062488480242768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/113062488480242768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/10/job-search.html' title='Job Search'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112925192348609775</id><published>2005-10-13T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:54:39.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Back from our Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The past week as been awesome. I am now married to a wonderful man and we have started our lives together as husband and wife. I could not be happier. We just came home today from our honeymoon in Comfort, TX. The bed and breakfast we stayed at was so cool. We had a whirlpool tub that fit two people. Each morning we woke up to go eat breakfast and watched the deer across the creek from us eat and play. It was so cool. Chris made a friend name buddy (a cat), which we were told that the cat usually does not like anyone else but the owner. This cat loved Chris and me. We just had a good time together in holy matrimony!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112925192348609775?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112925192348609775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112925192348609775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112925192348609775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112925192348609775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-are-back-from-our-honeymoon.html' title='We are Back from our Honeymoon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112818398259836412</id><published>2005-10-01T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:26:22.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Today Chris best-man and friend are taking him to a concert for what they call his bachelor party. We only have the last minute little things to worry about. I am happy that I have been able to sit back and relax before the wedding. Hopefully this will be a breeze to get through with. But I will be very happy one Monday or Tuesday when we pick up our marriage license. Well I guess the only thing to say now is good luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112818398259836412?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112818398259836412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112818398259836412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112818398259836412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112818398259836412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112770524358247636</id><published>2005-09-25T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:27:23.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have less than two weeks until I get married. I have been excited and stressed around the clock. I have even been getting headache that are so bad that all I want to do is stay in bed all day. I did do so one day last week. I felt so bad and needed a break so I did nothing. It felt so good not to worry about what I needed to look into. I have one more thing to pay off and find someone to help with the music. We are not having someone play at the wedding now, because the guy who was going to is not able to anymore. So we decided to play our own CD's. I have all the music ready for before the wedding and involving the wedding. So I think everything is going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112770524358247636?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112770524358247636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112770524358247636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112770524358247636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112770524358247636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/09/less-than-two-weeks.html' title='Less than two weeks'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112632656905570363</id><published>2005-09-09T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:29:29.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have one more month left before I become a Mrs. Instead of Miss. I am really happy to be getting marriage to him. But last night we got into a fight, and we are not sure what started it. I really thing emotions are getting higher with the big day coming and I still have some planning to finish and we still have to finish paying for things here and there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have a problem with keeping me emotions out of some places and not letting them out in the right ways sometimes. I have had a problem with cutting myself for more then four years. I had gone a long time without hurting myself until last night. I felt so bad and things got out of control on my end and I just let my emotions take over. It helped then but now I have the marks on my arm to remember what went wrong. I really need to get some real help for this problem, but without medical insurance it is hard to find anyone to take me. Especially without charging me an ass load of money. I did not think about letting any one know about this until, the first time it happened with Chris being there. Now I am ready to tell any body and try to get over this any way I can. I don't want some people thinking that I putting this out there to make others feel bad, but to help others. I think that if someone else understands what I am going throughout that we could help each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112632656905570363?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112632656905570363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112632656905570363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112632656905570363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112632656905570363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-month-left.html' title='One Month Left'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112597224392310160</id><published>2005-09-05T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:04:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have some bad news for the wedding plans. The person that I had to play at the wedding now is not able to play. I am not sure what happened to him, but all he told me so far is that something came up and he will not be able to play music for a month or so. I emailed him back and told him it was okay, but now I don't know what I am going to do. I guess I will figure out something. I just hope he is not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112597224392310160?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112597224392310160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112597224392310160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112597224392310160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112597224392310160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112585469058999549</id><published>2005-09-04T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:27:51.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is getting closer and closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Our wedding announcement is going to come out in the paper as soon as someone finishes writing it. Our announcement is a little more complicated then others. But anyways we took the engagement photos two or three weeks ago and they turned out better then I thought. Hopefully the wedding pictures will turn out as great. Well they should since we are having the same photography take the wedding photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have also finished pay off the cake, the table and chairs, and the musician will be paid as soon as he gets back to me. But the only thing left is to get the little details finished and have the day come. We hope this time is going to be little stress as possible. I already told Chris that he is not allowed to stay at the house the night before the wedding. We are not going to have the problem of both of us being stress out and getting into a fight about nothing. I have worked really hard on the wedding plans. I want that whole week to be easy compared to some weddings, I have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;To all my friends and family please do not take anything we say or do the wrong way. We are going to be stress that week. But we do love you and want you to have a good time as well. Thank you all!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112585469058999549?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112585469058999549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112585469058999549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112585469058999549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112585469058999549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-is-getting-closer-and-closer.html' title='It is getting closer and closer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112421557101830251</id><published>2005-08-16T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:06:11.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Back</title><content type='html'>We just got back last week from Victoria, BC!! It was really cool, but way to much money!!! I would love to live somewhere there are more trees and real season changes!! Abilene does not get that! I think that is why I am always talking about moving to the east coast around the mountains!!! I think that Chris would like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news, our wedding plans are coming together very well!!!! I also think that I finally found Linda a dress for it. Lets all pray that it actually happens! The site still has to tell me if they have that dress that we want and if they can ship it to use!! After that I will have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;We I just hope everything turns out okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112421557101830251?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112421557101830251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112421557101830251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112421557101830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112421557101830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-are-back.html' title='We are Back'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112091640242640758</id><published>2005-07-09T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T08:40:02.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;YEAH!!! I took my college algebra and passed!!! I am done with the math for now!!!! I am so happy I can finally go on and think about other things. Like my trip to Canada coming up in less then a month. And the biggest thing my own wedding. I still have a lot to do but now I am going to have the time to do it!!! I am just so happy that I don't have to take anymore algebra. It is a big weight off my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;On to bigger and better things!!!!I also sold back my books and got a little extra cash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112091640242640758?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112091640242640758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112091640242640758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112091640242640758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112091640242640758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-more-school.html' title='No More School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-112043791671451739</id><published>2005-07-03T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:45:16.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have one more week and this semester is over. I have a hard time in this class just because it goes so fast. I think I am doing okay, not the best I have ever done but it is harder to figure out. I am sorry if you are one of my friends or family that I have not contacted because of everything going with school, WORK, and the wedding plans. That is why at the end of this month I will leaving my job to take a break to worry about the last of the wedding plans. So hopefully I will both have to do any thing the day of my wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-112043791671451739?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/112043791671451739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=112043791671451739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112043791671451739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/112043791671451739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-more-week.html' title='One more week'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111802764593210432</id><published>2005-06-05T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:14:05.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have not had the best day! Many things just did not go in a good direction. I need to figure out how to get the help in need with out the insurance that I would need. I am not able to get any insurance help until October. I want to be there for Chris but when all you do is bleed none stop it is hard to feel like you can even move during the day. If I would of got the help I needed when I lived with my parents I would not have the problems I have know. Not very many people understand what I have to go there. I just want to stop bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111802764593210432?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111802764593210432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111802764593210432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111802764593210432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111802764593210432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/06/bleeding-again.html' title='Bleeding again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111773287684712927</id><published>2005-06-02T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:21:16.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being off of work this week, is really helping me let go of a lot of my stress. I needed this time off before summer classes start and to get some wedding things out of the way. It would be nice to go back to work and feel like I actually got something do this week!!! Saturday hopefully will be a good day when I go back to work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111773287684712927?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111773287684712927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111773287684712927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111773287684712927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111773287684712927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-off-of-work-this-week-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111610057550262620</id><published>2005-05-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:56:15.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This week, Chris and me paid our deposit on the wedding site. We also moved our date to the 8th of October of this year. We will be having an outside wedding and reception!!! All of the details have not completely come together but as soon as they are we will be sending out our invitations. We are more than happy about finally being able to let everyone know that we actually getting things together for our small but beautiful wedding!!! If anyone out there knows of something that will help out our wedding plans please just email me or leave a comment on my blog.....I am about to cut my hours at work so I will be able to finally get back to my blog!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111610057550262620?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111610057550262620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111610057550262620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111610057550262620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111610057550262620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/05/wedding-date.html' title='Wedding Date'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111353431133386719</id><published>2005-04-14T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:05:11.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I am sorry that I have not made a post in a while but you know that life is hard to get away from just for a minute. I have been working, school, and planning a wedding. And now I maybe getting ready to go to a wedding before mine, in Canada. That is one place I have not been to, from moving around most of my life. But I just wanted to post something. Right now I am going though a little bit of writers block and have been trying to just let everything out on paper but it has not done any good but hopefully after finals I will be able to get back into a schedule writing time again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111353431133386719?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111353431133386719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111353431133386719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111353431133386719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111353431133386719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-i-am-sorry-that-i-have-not-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111214749600378454</id><published>2005-03-29T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:51:36.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee House Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well this week has already getting a little tough but hopefully it will get better. I have to work everyday this week and we are still short handed and I have been the one pulling so much weight that is starting to really hurt me. I need to take a vacation, but that is really sad to say when you have been working a job only about two months. I am starting to really hurt my class time. I want to stay there while we are trying to pay for the wedding but if I found something other then food service and high pay where I did not have to work as many hours I would be so happy. But when you are a new college student and need money it is hard to find anything else. Hopefully I can get though this with a sense of humor and a little more respect for the food service and coffee house workers I come across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111214749600378454?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111214749600378454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111214749600378454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111214749600378454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111214749600378454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/03/coffee-house-work.html' title='Coffee House Work'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111154394140547351</id><published>2005-03-22T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:12:21.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today I went to work even though I did not feel up to par. I know that the day shift is under staffed and that it is hard to find people that are willing to work the shifts we need. But as soon as I got to work today, which was about 45 minutes early because I wanted to read and get something to eat before clocking in. Well, I walk into the door and one of the people I work with runs up to me and calls me their savior. Which I replied and said "No Jesus is!" But she was faking sick so she could go home and not work her shift today. Well me who is actually is sick was a little pissed off about this but still worked anyways. Well the owner of the store I work at she noticed how sick I looked and let me go home an hour early so I could get a nap before class today. She is so sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111154394140547351?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111154394140547351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111154394140547351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111154394140547351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111154394140547351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-111076553510739401</id><published>2005-03-13T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:58:55.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding is getting closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The wedding time is getting closer everyday, but I do not always feel like anything is happening to help things along. Today was one of those days that I feel like something is actually happening good for the wedding. Christopher and I bought the Invitation Kit. I wanted to make my invitations my self just to have the money in my pocket not someone else's and also I can give them a personal tough. But I found these invitations a long time ago but they were so much money that I wanted to wait until we had more money, but today I walk to Office Depot and went to look at them again (like I have not seen them enough already), but this time they where $10 off and so we picked them up. I was so excited that I was jumping up and down. I guess that that was my exciting part of my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-111076553510739401?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/111076553510739401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=111076553510739401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111076553510739401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/111076553510739401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/03/wedding-is-getting-closer.html' title='Wedding is getting closer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110990236842202306</id><published>2005-03-03T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:12:48.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was one of those days that all you want to do is hit everyone who has just pissed you off. You try not to take it out on the once you love but usually they get the brush end of the bad day. That was the way my day went. First, I am never late I grow up in a military family and was in ROTC late was not an option. Well today I over slept, but still got to work early!! I was still dead to the world. I had not had a cup of coffee or anything to eat, so that was first on my list when I got to work (sense I work at a coffee house). Then that morning cigarette. Oh yeah smoking is bad for you don't do it!! But then I had to stay late again and cover for my manager!! I did not get any of the list that we have to do done. I was still making drinks when I needed to leave to pick up my boyfriend to take him to work and I still did not feel good because I did not get my morning shower (I did not smell funky). So my dad did get better when I got home to and took a long relaxing bath after finally eating something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110990236842202306?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110990236842202306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110990236842202306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110990236842202306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110990236842202306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-one-of-those-days-that-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110981448230006049</id><published>2005-03-02T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:48:02.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who do not know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For everyone who keeps on asking me when the wedding is going to be!!! The date is not able to be secured until April, but we want to have the wedding on October 29th of this year. We have been together for almost two years. We are truly in love and want to be together for the rest of our lives. We are planning on going through premarital counseling to make sure we make it at least be trying as a couple. I believe we bring the best out in each other and I think that we will be happy together. I love you Christopher!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110981448230006049?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110981448230006049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110981448230006049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110981448230006049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110981448230006049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-those-who-do-not-know.html' title='For those who do not know'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110938007686382754</id><published>2005-02-25T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:55:02.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;today was a really good day. I finished with all the tax blah blah and sent out my tax return. I found out I am getting more then I thought I was going to get!!!! More money going to the wedding. This make me really happy. Especially after today when I went to the bank with Christopher the drive thru teller addressed us as Mr. And Mrs. Priest!! I am the soon to be but not yet...But I still like to hear that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110938007686382754?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110938007686382754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110938007686382754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110938007686382754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110938007686382754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/really-good.html' title='Really Good'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110876861977183975</id><published>2005-02-18T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:16:59.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times may be over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sorry I have not made a post lately. I have been working so much I have been to tired to even turn on the computer. But today was a okay do. I think I have pulled a muscle in my foot. It hurts so bad. I just wish I could take tomorrow off so I would not have to run around the store all night. But I need the money to save up for my wedding. Hopefully we will be able to afford everything for the wedding. I have been so happy these past couple of days. Christopher has been so supportive now that I am working too. It was hard but hopefully this part time job will help us both out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110876861977183975?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110876861977183975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110876861977183975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110876861977183975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110876861977183975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/hard-times-may-be-over.html' title='Hard Times may be over'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110851956151832779</id><published>2005-02-15T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:06:01.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today was one of those days!! I just felt so good to finally have a place of work and was happy to be there. But I think I over worked myself a little bit. I hurt my ankle this afternoon. It was from being on my feet all day long. I even stayed later then what the schedule said because someone did not come to work today. I had fun learning how to make the drinks and wrapping the meat but, sometime you can only take so much!!! I guess tomorrow I should actually take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110851956151832779?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110851956151832779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110851956151832779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110851956151832779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110851956151832779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/next-day.html' title='Next Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110844323921356649</id><published>2005-02-14T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:53:59.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day on the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning was my first day working at Mezamiz's Coffee House!! I had been at of a job for almost six months. I was getting to he point where if I did not find something soon I was going to go nuts. I have work for so long and to be at of a job for that long of a period was just driving me crazy more and more each day. I have to have something to do. I was just so happy to have something to do during the day now. I feel so happy that I have somewhere to go. I love having a job, even if it is not my dream job. I am working my way up to that point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110844323921356649?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110844323921356649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110844323921356649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110844323921356649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110844323921356649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-day-on-job.html' title='First Day on the Job'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110809427794771269</id><published>2005-02-14T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:52:16.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was one of my first valentines break ups!!! I am happy now on this Valentine's Day, but I thought this was a good time for this poem........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;............................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to give you what you want, but I am afraid of the hurt and pain that may happen. Baby; tell me what may happen if I give you the love of mine. Sitting here with you as you are telling me, you love me. But is this going to end in heartbreak. Is this going to make me cry one more time? Tell me baby! Are you going to be there or go and get you are hard on with some other bitch of this world? Will I cry one more time for a man that said he was in love or are you really in love with me? I will not be able to take the pain and hurt one more time. Are you the one true love of my one life here in the world! Is this going to be a sad day in November or a sweet lifetime with love! As I sit here watching the rain fall on the window I am thinking of pain and heart ache from somebody else one more time. How would I get back up from that? Can you tell that? I do not want pain and heart ache one more time. I want true love of a lifetime. I do not know if true love will ever come for me. I never had a love last. I always feel it is my fault in some way. Why is the fault only mine? They always take me heart and break my heart into little pieces and when I think those pieces have been picked up and put back together they fall back to the floor one more time. No way am I going to let that happen anymore. No more heart aches. No more, pain any more hurt. No way am I going through the pain again. You left your family for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110809427794771269?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110809427794771269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110809427794771269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809427794771269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809427794771269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/hurt-and-pain.html' title='Hurt and Pain'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110818757764485607</id><published>2005-02-11T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:52:57.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is so Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All I want is for Chris to show me some attention but do not act like it is some kind of burden when I ask for a kiss. Earlier this evening (he had just gotten of work and had already changed clothes), I asked for a kiss and he just stood there and looked at me like I was retarded or something. Yeah, some times it is hard for me to ask for exactly what I want but I am not asking for him to be a mind reader, just to listen and quite looking at me like I am stupid or retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know love sucks but it is so hard to live without it. I know that my heart is in for a bumpy ride. We have alone been together a little less then two years. I look at him and know that he is the one. He has helped me learn so much about myself. I was not a believer before I meet him. Now I know that Jesus and God do exist. I believe they are looking out for use and that the easy road my not always be the good one. I would rather take the road less traveled as my favorite poet once said. I want Chris to know that I love him with every fiber of my being and I would not trade him in for all the riches in the world. If that is not true love then I do not know what this feeling is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110818757764485607?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110818757764485607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110818757764485607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110818757764485607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110818757764485607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-so-hard.html' title='Love is so Hard'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110809470400466050</id><published>2005-02-11T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:28:17.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tommy&lt;br /&gt;You left this world for no reason&lt;br /&gt;They had no reason to take you from me&lt;br /&gt;You were a wonderful friend&lt;br /&gt;Your life was worth living&lt;br /&gt;You had no teenage years to hassle with&lt;br /&gt;The joys and heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;Of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;I had loved you for the short while I knew you&lt;br /&gt;You meant everything tome&lt;br /&gt;Even after Jimmy took you&lt;br /&gt;Away from me&lt;br /&gt;Your own flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;You were right your brother&lt;br /&gt;Was bad news for you?&lt;br /&gt;At least with no life&lt;br /&gt;To live anymore&lt;br /&gt;You were a great friend&lt;br /&gt;And will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Honor of Tommy Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week it will be 8 years since his death. I think about you everyday. I wish you could meet Christopher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110809470400466050?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110809470400466050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110809470400466050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809470400466050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809470400466050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/dear-friend.html' title='A Dear Friend'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110814059726901628</id><published>2005-02-11T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:49:57.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3534/640/heathers%20back.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3534/200/heathers%20back.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110814059726901628?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110814059726901628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110814059726901628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110814059726901628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110814059726901628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110809524231170123</id><published>2005-02-10T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:22:12.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your life is full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;You live for the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;We will never know what joy you get from the risks you take&lt;br /&gt;Sex out in the open&lt;br /&gt;Knowing someone could show up at anytime&lt;br /&gt;Then pain and pleasure we went through&lt;br /&gt;Just for some fun on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;You live an advertising life style&lt;br /&gt;Women come and go for you&lt;br /&gt;Just looking for that one who&lt;br /&gt;Can make all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;True happiness with true love is all you want&lt;br /&gt;We know to find love a second time is almost impossible&lt;br /&gt;Once love leaves you to many times before&lt;br /&gt;How can we tell love is holding our hands&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more then lust is what we see&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes knowing you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;But time and time again I make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;You will someday to come&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish someone with ten more years&lt;br /&gt;Will even love me that much more&lt;br /&gt;Ten years can mean a lot&lt;br /&gt;Living more and more then you wants&lt;br /&gt;When I have to stay and take orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110809524231170123?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110809524231170123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110809524231170123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809524231170123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110809524231170123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/surprises-in-life.html' title='Surprises in Life'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110798571393166484</id><published>2005-02-09T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:49:29.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today I went to this interview, not knowing very much about this company. I have posted my resume on CareerBuilders and Monster, while I am looking for a job. Well this company saw my resume and emailed me about an interview. It turns out to be an insurance company group interview. Well, I need a job but I could not see myself selling insurance where I could not have an 401K and benefits, while I am going to college. I would have to pay taxes at the end of the year, not receive an income tax return. I want a job where I am getting paid and I do not have to worry about how much I need to give to the government everything I get paid. It seem that, now that I am out of an job, people will tell me about these jobs that either they do some kind of computer physiologic or personality test or they are something out there that I do not want to do. I am so tired of looking for a job out here, but I need the money. I need money to go to school, but I do not have a job to help that. What are you suppose to do when it seems like nobody wants to hire someone like me except in fast food (which is not a good job for me)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110798571393166484?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110798571393166484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110798571393166484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110798571393166484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110798571393166484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/finding-job.html' title='Finding a Job'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110780956278181222</id><published>2005-02-07T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:58:22.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;This morning was an awesome morning. Christopher surprised me with breakfast as soon as I woke up. He even made my coffee for me, just the way I like it. I was happy with him. He really seems to be trying to help me feel better about being alone. He is always at work and I have no friends that live here anymore. My two good friends went to start new lives. All I have is Christopher and his mom right now. I am not very good at making good friends, because I do not trust people very well. I have been taken avenge of so many times. I do not want to have that happen to me again. I just want to have someone hang out with me during the day. Someone I could talk to about my problem and actually listen to me. I am tired of having nobody there to have girl talk with and complain about what Christopher did wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110780956278181222?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110780956278181222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110780956278181222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110780956278181222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110780956278181222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-morning.html' title='This Morning'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110773317525249398</id><published>2005-02-06T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:00:10.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today being my first day with the blog, I figured that I would do a little background for you to understand a little more about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am 20 as my profile would tell you. I am arregional from South Carolina. Well my mom married an airforce guy around the time I was two years old. Well we moved to Germany, where my little sister was born. After Germany we moved to South Dakota, where after 9 years of marriage my parents were divorced. After my adopted dad remarried he moved to Georgia. When my sister and I decided to move in with him (away from the cold). Well after living in Georgia for a little while, we moved to Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Right before we moved my mom remarried as well, to another airforce guy. This time to a cop. He is good to her and better for her. But anyways, In Texas I reside because after moving to Texas when I was 12, family problems started. The stepmother did not want to non-blood family member (me) living with them. So I was getting into trouble a lot. Well knowing that no matter what I did I was going to be in trouble, I decided to do things to make it worth getting in trouble for. I know that was stupid thinking but I was a teenager. You are suppose to get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I was old enough for them to actually have me move out, they did. I was 17. I moved into my boyfriends house at the time. Well I was already in to the drug sence and partying all the time. After a few months of that living arrangement, we broke up and I moved on. I lived with my friends who had two kids. Just turned 18 and sleeping on someone coach. I was still in high school, which I stopped going to once my car would not allow me to get there. It was broke down. I spent the time that I was not doing pot, fixing that car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then that living arrangement did not work out for very long after my car was fixed. So I moved in with the next boyfriend. I enrolled in a alteration high school, so I could graduate on time or before my classmates. I did not want to be without a High School diploma. At least I was smart enough then to do that. Well, I finished four months before my classmates. Yeah for me! But right after that I was living in my car because I had no where to go. My family would not take me back. I was working at a night club, trying to make enough money to get an apartment with a friend. She screwed me over by stealing over $300 from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I met my current boyfriend while I was still living in my car. He helped me so I would not get hurt. My best friend at the time (her mom's house is where I showered everyday) finally got her own apartment so I could move in with them. Well I did and started working at LJS again (I worked there before the night club). Then I broke my ankle at work after only being back for two months. Then Chris (the boyfriend) wrecked his car and we had no way to get around. We were offered a chance to help ourselves by living with his mom. We would have be able to work out rides to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now we live with his mom in a different apartment. Much bigger. I am not working right now, just going to school, but looking for a part time job. Chris and I are now engaged. We have set a month for the wedding but can not secure the date until April. But that is a summary of where I am in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110773317525249398?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110773317525249398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110773317525249398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110773317525249398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110773317525249398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/brief-history.html' title='Brief History'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663319.post-110771542808482550</id><published>2005-02-06T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:08:05.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First of the Many</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;This is my first entry on my first blog. Today is a day to remember. Needing a place to post my thoughts and just to let things out. I finally decided to do something about the depression and boredom I have been feeling. I hope now that I somewhere to voice my inner most thought for who would like to see. I would like to welcome any kind of comments to be posted. I would like to let any one know that I am here if you would like to email me and tell me something without it being posted on the comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10663319-110771542808482550?l=beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/feeds/110771542808482550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10663319&amp;postID=110771542808482550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110771542808482550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10663319/posts/default/110771542808482550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginsofawritermenu.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-of-many.html' title='The First of the Many'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16493034230408175379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/8569/640/sepiaportrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
